Smuggs called out in agony as his bones were shattered, his consciousness finally surrending and allowing the gnome the peace to pass out… As his eyes slowly closed he felt the light fill his body, today he would not die… The poor gnome dosed off from the pain to a peaceful slumber…
His bones were shattered, he could feel them even within this unconscious stupor, even with the lights blessing heals the gnome would need to make some pretty big life choices… Should he heal from this battle, his bones would still be weaker, ache from the littlest of impacts, perhaps his days of daring action were over… To be honest though Smuggs was ok with that, he hadn’t been entirely sure he would survive this at all…
Now that he did though, he had much to tell the others… Smuggs knew the hierarchy of the masters insidious group, the top three commanders under Isaik himself… Smuggs knew of Isaik’s intentions to harness the overlooked Titan’s blood from the unknown world and use it to empower his armies with being noticed by those on Azeroth. Lastly, Smuggs knew that the master had a wild god on his side, not just any either, Yumara was the strongest wild god he had ever seen… Was she even from Azeroth? He had to tell Raveintis, the man who would know how to deal with such things…
The whole situation was pure madness! Just as mad and chaotic as the twisting nether itself! To be honest, it never made Victur feel more alive! Somehow Myrandah had broken through to the Drakkari freeing him of his dark spells and turning him against Skalaz! The goblin had not taken it well turning the heavens into a blaze of fire and beneath them into a waiting bomb!
Victur did not take the time to regain any lost strength, not that he had indeed lost much, his power came to him in ebbs and flows… The undead warlock conjuring a ball of fire sent it at the goblin to try and keep his attention atleast somewhere on Victur, Skalaz was obviously to dangerous to let loose! Skalaz responded by sending lances of ice back at Victur, he was unlucky as one pierced through him leaving a rather nasty hole but in all he was still ok…
Victur prepared himself the alchemic reaction Skalaz had just created had made something they all had to flee from… The others knew as well, Myrandah ran up to him calling to flee even the wolf Vaunn stayed the same fact… Victur knee it would be a long shot but still he tried, twisting his hands so he tried to rip a hole to somewhere new but still it resisted his call, Skalaz would not let them flee… Not so easily… It also seemed the same did not apply for him, the goblin cackled snapping his fingers and forming a arcane matrix that teleported him and his minions away… Victur sighed, the only way left was the hard way… Pulling a long dagger from his person he slit the dead skin on his wrist and pulled forth a piece of his life force to use as fuel for the fel…
It was enough, with a flash of fel energy the sky bent and warped before a horrific consuming portal ripped open… The sky howled in rage as the wind was sucked into the portal along with the surrounding slush and ice, “Unfortunately she’s not all stable, but she will get us out!” Yelled Victur over the screaming winds that continued to funnel into the whirling vortex… Victur saw nothing left to do other than take a leap of faith, with all the grace of a statue the undead simply tipped over and fell into the swirling vortex!
It was from the other side that it would be seen was he was doing! The angry hole in reality consumed everything it could from the earth of planet Val spitting it into the nether to drift about forever! Victur bent over backwards as a icy rock whizzed past where his head once was, this way though effective at times always had the danger of fast moving particles… Abother shards of ice whizzed past near Victur as he slowly drifted deeper into the nether… The first part was rather slow, when they drifted a little farther the rest of his magic would take them towards Azeroth… Victur watched Vaunn jump in next, carrying his troll passenger, Victur knew that a time would come when they had to deal with that elekk in the room… Next came Myrandah and Smuggs, he wondered who jumped in first, time was always a bit off in the nether… Finally as the group drifted away dodging whatever fast moving object came at them, Maleok not being so lucky felt a icy lance imbedded into his back… The image of Val on the other side of the vortex lit up pure reddish orange as a consuming blazing explosion overtook where they once stood! Angry blasts of fire entered the nether reaching for anything to roast alive, but luckily they were far enough away to escape any real burning… The vortex shrieked once more before finally collapsing with a low thuum! The image of the planet Val still visible in the sky behind them, it now just looked much farther away… On the edge of the bottom the planet lit up a bloom of orange as the explosion could be seen from such a distance, a mere size of a bug on the planet but truly a powerful blast…
Victur spun slowly accepting his trajectory now as the others started to move with him… “We should be heading to Pandaria now…” Victur said while spinning, “Be ready, that exit isn’t exactly clean or subtle, they will know we made it off Val…” Victur said he was ready to be home… Or was he home here? He did know the nether more than reality at this point!
She was trapped in a nightmarish memory loop. This much Jericha understood, and while the majority of her relived it. A minuscule piece of her mind fought to shatter the illusion. Yet the terror, agony and despair the rest of her was feeling was quite real. Each cycle weakened her mind a little more. Her powers had been locked away, rendered helpless she was now at the mercy of the Undead Void Ethereal Abdulbai. A heinous monster that was charged with breaking her. He had given her to the Mo’arg Brute who’s body and mind had been mostly corrupted by the void. The Demon treated her like a doll at first. Dressing her brushing her hair, until the day the suggestion to run away was planted inside of her mind. She didn’t get far, and now she was here.
Jericha is strapped down to rusted blood stained iron table. There’s a few Gan’arg and void tainted Man’ari in the room. Along with them is the Mo’arg, and Abdulbai. One of the Gan’arg is holding a long metal pole. It’s roughly four inches in circumference, with a length of about four and a half feet. The Man’ari takes a scalpel and proceeds to cut a hole into Jericha’s body. As the blade slices through her flesh, and sinks into the underlying tissue. Jericha bites her lip she will not give those monsters the pleasure of hearing her scream. A plug of flesh and muscle, about three around and an inch and a half deep. Is carved out of her body a little below the base of her spine. A foul smelling ichor is poured onto the wound. Jericha whimpers as fire rushes up along her spine as blood stops rushing out of the hole.
The Gan’arg holding the metal pole approaches with it when the Man’ari summons it over. The Man’ari quickly instructs the Gan’arg to place the sharpened end of the metal pole into the hole cut into Jericha’s body, but not to break the flesh while doing so. Grinning manically the wretched creature takes the polecand works the first inch and a half into the cut. Jericha can feel her flesh stretching around it. Yet she cannot see, because of the position her head is strapped down in. The Man’ari call over a second Gan’arg to help hold the pole. Before positioning it exactly where it needed to be. She then nods at the final Gan’arg, who walks past Jericha’s head holding a large mallet. There’s a whoosh as the mallet moves through the air, followed by the clang of metal striking metal. Then pain, horrendous spikes of agony rip through Jericha’s body as the pole is struck with the hammer and driven up along her spine. It took all of her will power not to scream, tears rush down her face. They waited for the pain to die down before striking again. It took the over thirty minutes to completely impale her. The Man’ari taking great joy in causing the most agony possible without damaging any vital organs. The top of the pole exited out of her neck close to her left shoulder. More of the burning ichor was added to prevent her from bleeding out. Smaller iron rods were slid through slots in the pole to prevent Jericha from sliding off.
Jericha was terrified the agony nearly unbearable, yet they had only just begone. One by one her arms were slowly stretched until the tendons and ligaments tore and the arm joint was popped free of the shoulder socket. By the time the second arm was popped out of its socket, Jericha was screaming, and begging them to stop. Pleading and promising to be good between howls of pain. Yet they cruelly continued their torture popping her thigh bones from her hip joints. At this point Jericha knew nothing but pain. Her last meal lay on the table next to her head. Abdulbai walks up to one of the Gan’arg and drives his hand into its skull. It takes the creature a few moments to die, before it speaks. “My, my, just look at the mess you made now we wouldn’t want you to go hungry now would we.” The sinister laugh that followed that remark had Jericha trembling in terror.
The two remaining Gan’arg hooked the metal rods to a pulley system. A moment later the Mo’arg Brute is using it to lift Jericha up off the table. Her arms and legs left dangling uselessly from her body. Her body is maneuvered so that her feet are hanging a few inches above hot coals. At first it is just warm but as time passes it becomes hotter and more painful. Soon she is shrieking in agony as the pale flesh starts to become red. A mixture of lemon juice salt and other herbs to insure the ultimate pain are rubbed into to cooking flesh. They are then continuously basted to prevent them from catching on fire. It takes over an hour, an hour of horror and pain. By the time they saw off her feet Jericha is no longer even capable of screaming. When the grind her feet into a disgusting gruel and force feed it to her, her mind nearly snaps. Over the next six days the entirety of both of her arms and legs are slowly cooked and fed to her. Halfway through the sixth day, she is disemboweled her intestines removed. She is sewn back up and placed over a fire pit. Over the next six hours she is slowly roasted. After the first two her screams, and howls of terror and agony turn into whimpers at the fifth hour her body stops twitching as the sixth approaches her mind slips.
She sits up screaming soaked in sweat her body shaking uncontrollably. She checks frantically to make sure that her arms and legs are still there. When she feels them she starts sobbing. The door opens and Ebony walks in. Pulling her into his arms he gently rubs her back. “Shhhhh hush now your okay, everything is okay you were just having a bad dream. Don’t worry I won’t let anything happen to you.” Burying her face into his soft velvet robes she sobs. Ebony’s face breaks into a cruel smile of triumph as he gently strokes Jericha’s hair. For six days she is protected and kept safe, then a new six days of torture begins.
Jericha felt it the moment she was within Lord Salkeen’s possession she felt it. Even with her mind trapped in this nightmare she still felt his overwhelming presence, and it gave her strength. The strength she needed to strike at the cursed barrier locking her mind in this hell even harder.
Abdulbai by grabs a Wyrmtongue and makes it into his puppet. “Heal her body all you wish you incompetent fool. It will do no good while her mind is being held prisoner by the memories of her past. Would you like a peak half breed.” It laughs mockingly at him while flooding his mind with the memory that Jericha was experiencing. “600 times I tortured and broke your pathetic little void witch. If that wretched Goddess hadn’t intervened at the last moment. Her mind would have been shattered, the Master would be a god. I will rectify that situation.” He prepares to send thousands of void tentacles to retrieve Jericha when the ground explodes…
A wave of light shot forth from Nedde’s fingertips, washing over a group of Felguards. Their screams of rage and pain could be heard as their thick demonic hide was disintegrated. The muscles beneath were simultaneously destroyed, as their bone started to erode. A second burst of light, left them as little more than a pile of ashes, which littered the nightmarish earth upon which they stood. A group of Eredar mages throw a large batch of fel fire balls at her. The pack of felhounds that surround her, swiftly devour most of the magic before it strikes. Her shield absorbs the rest, before she turns the magic eating beasts, on the spell casting fools. They swarm the Eredar like a bunch of locusts. Their tentacle like appendages reaching out, those Small sucker mouth latch onto their faces. As soon as they connect that start gulping down the magic that sustains the Eredar sorcerers. One can see their bodies begin to shrink, before drying out their skin cracking and peeling back as they wither away. A second group of Felguards rushes onto the scene, the swing their large fel blades into the pack. Blood, bone, and body parts go flying in a arc through the air. Nedde is thrown from her feet as roughly a half dozen Infernals strike the ground around her.
It is when her back strike the earth, that she feels it. The fel gathering beneath the earth, she quickly calls down a terrorfiend. The nearest one drops from the sky, dodging the flaming boulders, from the Infernals. She instructs the fel bats and other winged minions still under her command to grab what demons that were loyal to them and bring them to safety. The rest were given the command to run. Run they did, and they weren’t the only ones, the Demon Lords army ran as well. When the earth burst in an explosion of fel the devastation was mind blowing. Those fortunate enough to be at the center of the blast were completely vaporized. Those near it were similarly destroyed, with just flaming bits of flesh, and bones raining down from the flame filled sky. Those still further away weren’t so lucky, most of them still clung to life. Howling in agony they crawled, and writhed upon the burning earth, large parts of their bodys, burnt and ripped away. Their insides spilling out onto the ground. Nedde had just barely escaped the blast, turning no she takes in the destruction. As she looks her eyes fall upon Suzuna. As she goes to call her name, she suddenly finds herself falling. The Terrorfiend holding her roars in pain and fury, before dropping her. Nedde cast a feather fall spell allowing her to float harmlessly to the ground. Spinning mid air she see that the Fiend is now missing one of its arms and blood is spraying out of the mangled stump. In the air behind it a demon hunter hovers, preparing to send its blades in for a killing blow. Speaking a rapid series of words in eredun she calls a beam of light down from the sky. It strikes the wretched demon hunter, when it does the sound of her shrieks and the aroma of her flesh burning. Brings a smile of satisfaction to Nedde’s face. The One armed Terrorfiend roars and flies at the demon hunter striking it hard they both fall from the sky.
Nedde turns to find Suzuna when every nerve in her body is set on fire. She lands on the fel earth flopping about like a fish out of water. Flaming at the mouth like a mad dog she tries to see what is attacking her. After a few moments the torture ends, Nedde can barely move turning her head slightly she see Suzuna approaching. She goes to speak but her mouth isn’t working correctly. “It was foolish of you to come here Nedde.” Suzuna says, as another wave of agony wracks her body. “It was ignorant of you to believe you stood a chance against my Lord.” Suzuna continues to say, as Nedde experiences the sensation of her blood boiling within her. “It was exceptionally arrogant of you to try and give Jericha to monster, for that I will never forgive you.” Reaching out Suzuna goes to crush Nedde’s brain, just as her mental fingers start to squeeze Nedde manages to utter a few words. Once spoken Suzuna drops to her knees, she cannot scream although her fear and pain can be felt by any of those connected to her. Blackish green ichor pours out of her mouth as her insides slowly begin to liquidate. Wis of smoke begin rising up from her body and areas of flesh and muscle start burning away. As holes foem within her flesh more of the sludge spills out of them. Quickly dissolving the flesh and bone around it. It isn’t long before almost half of Suzuna’s body is destroyed, the other half rapidly melting into the blackish green pool of slime, that surrounds her. She lifts her head and hate fills her eyes as she stares at her once Sister. Most os her face has been eaten away by the acidic like goo, oozing from her mouth. Her bottom jaw is nearly nonexistent. With a final act Suzuna crushes Nedde’s mind, blood bursts from Nedde’s mouth,nose and ears. She strikes the ground unconscious, just as Suzuna starts to sink beneath the surface of the fetid demon dissolving puddle of ichor.
As the fel Volcano explodes up from the very earth, Abdulbai swiftly open a void rift beneath him before his body is ripped apart by the concussive force of the blast alone. As it is a good portion of his body had been shredded by the sharp jagged stones ripping into his body. He pulls tortured souls from the void and begins to rapidly mend the damage that irksome halfbreed had caused him. He prepares to send a bunch of void tentacles and tendrils to retrieve his prize.
Abdulbai hisses in anger, his Master hadn’t sent him here to fight, he was suppose to retrieve the prize and leave. Yet he had been unable to stop himself from torturing the girl. Those decades of breaking her, left him with the desire to hear her screams of terror and pain. Depending on the torture those screams could be drug out for days. Still he was being challenged and entertaining the pathetic halfbreed for a few minutes would be entertaining. The lifeless Wyrmtongue speaks. “I will gladly entertain you for a few moments halfbreed. In return however once you are dead, I’ll be sure to break your void witch properly this time.” Vanishing he appears atop the volcano as he does a lake of void appears beneath his feet. The fel and void mix together, as they do the two of them will be battling on one massive shadowfel amalgamation. When it explodes the devastation will be spectacular.
The Avatar makes no sound as the massive fel eruption rips a large chunk from its leg and side. It knows nothings no but pain and utter madness. It’s entire body corrupted by void tainted Titan Blood do to the process of osmosis. It sweeps its humongous burning hand down over the fel infused earth. Scooping up tons of rocks, dirt, trees, demons, fey creature and void monstrosities. It bring them to the black hole that is its mouth, and drops them in. They dissolve instantly as the fall into the swirling vortex. The wound in its side swiftly starts to mend itself. One can watch as large twisted black vine like tentacles begin twisting around one another, as they reform the Avatar. The Avatar sees a group of demons that avoided the blast rushing in to combat a large group of Wicker brutes. It brings its gargantuan flaming earthen fist down upon the lot of them. The blow shakes the very ground for miles, leaving a massive crater in its wake. When it lift its hand all that remains of the victims is a stick mess of blood, bone chips, guts, and gore. Looking up it pulls it bow from its back again. This time it wasn’t going to send a single shot up at the armada, it was going to send up a volley of them. Rain a series of massive explosions down upon them. It’s about to fire when a deep growl grabs its attention. For a moment it tries to fight but the corruption has gone to deep, its sanity is completely gone, like a rabid animal it must be put down.
Yumara looks at Master as he speaks, her thoughts racing for a moment. “I sometimes think Ebony himself might be a creation of Masters.” Yumara exclaims tilting her head slightly as she thinks. “I remember reading one of his mother’s diaries that Jericha’s mother had. She wrote about how she desperately wanted a child but was unable to conceive. It seemed nothing the healers did would work. She then writes about finding a dark tome. Within was a spell that would insure conception. There were many things that the spell required, what I recall the most is. The spell said that she had to bathe in the blood of those untouched by sin, for six days and six nights. She would need to drain and refill the tub with fresh blood every six hours. She writes about how her victims screamed and begged her not to kill them. She complained about how many decades it took to gather all the blood necessary. How she had to start burning the bodies so that she wouldn’t be discovered.” Yumara is in the midst of speaking when her Avatar is attacked.
In her beast form now it was all the permission that she needed. Nodding slightly she leaps through the air vanishing before her paws strike the floor. She lands a split second after the fel volcano erupts. Her first thought is to tear that wretched Abdulbai to pieces, until she sees Salkeen and Jericha. While the attack on what was hers gave her the right to interfere, Yumara decides that Salkeen fury at having his Jericha and armies attacked, far outweighs what was done to her. She would let him deal with Abdulbai, she herself had a much larger fish to fry. As it was she still felt the overwhelming agony it was experiencing. As Yumara rushes across the ground her form feline like form grows. It pulls large portions of the forest into it, when she reaches her destination, her head easily reaches up to the hip of the massive void tainted Avatar. She can see it about to unleash a volley of explosive shots onto the demonic fleet above. The low growl is the only warning she gives before she leaps. The Avatar spins and fires the arrow point blank, right at Yumara’s head. The flaming shaft vanishes into her open mouth, a second later a series of explosive shots burst from her mouth like a meteor storm. They strike the Avatar in multiple places causing it to stumble back. Massive chunks of forest, earth, and rock are ripped from its body. It swings, its flaming fist connects with the side of Yumara’s Head, sending her staggering to the side, as the loud crunch of shattering bones can be heard. It brings its fist back for a second blow, when the massive tentacles on Yumara’s back entangle its massive arm. Yumara holds one of it arms firmly within her vine like grasp. Using her strength she stars to rip the hand from the arm it is attached to. The Avatar shrieks in fury and uproots a gigantic tree, just as Yumara tears the beasts hand off it hand, it brings the tree down like a spear. Yumara howls in agony as it rips through her, tearing through her hide, shredding muscle, crushing bones, piercing organs. Before punching through the flesh on the other side and pinning her to the ground. The Avatar maw twists into a maddening grin, bringing up it foot it brings it down with massive force right onto Yumara’s spine, Yumara collapses to the earth as her spine shatters from the crushing blow. Unlike the Avatar, Yumara feels both her pain and it’s pain. The Avatar brings its foot down twice more crushing her lower back and left hip. It brings it down a forth time the flatten Yumara’s other hip, and rages as Yumara switches to her primal form and summons massive spikes of earth. Which pierce through the Avatar’s foot, with a twist of her wrist she shapes the spikes pinning the insane monstrosity to the ground.
“I Be tell my ye brother this is the place, I can durn near smell them.” Grundel says while crawling among the grass and leaves. “That’s what ye said about the last twenty places we been.” Gregor groans out. “Face It ye baubles are go…”FOOL me baubles are never gone, mark me word brother, my babies will be…” Grundel stops speaking mid sentence, and brings his nose closer to the ground. He carefully moved aside some burnt leaves. There beneath the leaves on the fel cracked earth, sit a small tourmaline about the size of quarter. Grundel’s eyes shift to the left then to the right, before he snatches it up. He grabs his magnifying monocle from his hip pouch and places it over his right eye. He painstakingly examines every nook and cranny, of the small gem. He brings to his nose and sniffs it, then licks the surface with his tongue. Finally he places it between his teeth and bites down on it, and a stray tear drops from the old dwarfs eyes. “I told ye brother this be the spot, me babies have been found.” Grundel shouts with joy, as he starts frantically searching the area for the rest of his babies. “Ye all waiting for n invitation, get on with it.” Gregor sighs and looks over at their cloaked companion. The cowl of their heavy cloak is pulled up concealing their identity. “We best be searching or we’ll never here the end of it.”Gregor says dropping to his knees, and searching they area along with his brother. The cloaked figure kneels down and starts to help the two dwarfs.
The light in the sky is starting to disappear as the sun sets. The three of them had been searching the area for heavens only knows how many hours. They only managed to recover three more of Grundel’s precious babies. “I’m telling ye brother, there be no more to be found.” Gregor grumbles tiredly, all he desired at the moment was a good pint of dwarven ale, and homemade stew to fill his belly. Grundel looks up at his brother for a moment, before he continues his frantic search. “I will never desert me precious babies… NEVER…” Grundel yells. Gregor reaches and pulls Grundel up off the ground by the back of his shirt. “They rn’t here, we searched for hours, the ones we were fighting might of taken them…” Gregor says in a gruff voice before releasing Grundel, who drops to his knees. Grundel’s face takes on a blank look for a moment as the words are processed in his bauble crazed mind. Lifting his head to the heavens he screams
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “ The cry echoes throughout the universe. On Centralis Abdulbai and a bunch of demons tilt their heads and look in a certain direction as if hearing something in the distance… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! In the nether Myrandah looks at the others… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “hmmmm that sounds a lot like Grundel.” Deep within the void Ebony smiles a twisted smile… Gregor looks down at Grundel. “Perhaps the lass picked up yer Baubles.” With that Grundel grows silent… “come we must find the young lass and reclaim me baubles.” With that Grundel vanishes Into the trees.”
Sericon turned to see Izzabelle had indeed followed him, he was sure she would have. “It is no wonder, that one hardly sees him in action, spending your time watching a infinity of futures probably would drive most insane…” Sericon muttered examining the ranged weapon and staff of ice. Sericon wondered if there was a timeline where he choose these weapons instead, what future that would have been…
Sericon pondered for a second but saw the echoes still trying to craft such a legion and void vessel that would act as a fighter… It appeared that a vessel had not been made yet, to be honest it didn’t surprise Sericon, the master had seen a elf of some kind that would serve under him, it was not until recently it became clear it had been him… “I’m not sure my personal ship is ready yet…” Sericon said looking at the mess of legion ship pieces and the echoes still piecing it together, “But I do got a idea…” The elf said with a clever smile…
Sericon has started to get a better idea of how the masters vessel truly worked, the inside was bigger than the outside, but the most importantly there was no true hallways or exits, the ship was like a living creature it adapted to its occupants needs… Moving forward in his armor that clinked slightly as it was much more metal than his usual gear, the elf made a sharp turn followed by another before the thing he desired appeared just as he thought it would… A metal door creaked open revealing a passageway to the outside of the vessel! Sericon took the doorway with a short bolt and walked onto the outside of the vessel, the outside was almost like a legion vessel but it was still Ebony black and had large knife like blades that split off like grooves on a sword… Sericon moves towards the edge before looking out over the battlefield below, in the distance he watched a massive volcano of fel erupting to life, the Great symbol of Salkeen’s power creeping higher into the sky… For the moment the sky was mostly clear of the massive geological structure, the fighters buzzed near their ships and the masters… Sericon glanced at Izzabelle, “I’ll be right back…” before falling backwards off the massive vessel that was his future masters…
The elf fell in a controlled dive before locking his eyes onto his target, a sleek legion vessel fast approaching him from below… With a quick gesture and a tap on his wrist his new armor lit up in green fel energy before Sericon synchronized his teleportor on his armor to the legion vessel… Sericon appeared aboard the vessel in a flash of green that startled the current occupants… Two eredar and a gan’arg peered at Sericon with looks of disbelief, I am commandeering this vessel by right of Salkeen and the Master…” Sericon commanded stepping forward and removing the first eredar from the pilot seat and setting him down on a nearby chair… “You have two options, stay aboard as copilot and mechanical crew or exit ship at the void citadel…” Sericon commanded, he visage now much more intimidating in full armor. With his other passengers pacified Sericon pulled on the controls of the ship and sent it rocketing up towards the masters vessel and where he had left Izzabelle! The elf stopped hard causing the ship to hover near Izzabelle and drone ominously, “You ready to ride?” Sericon called out from inside, he had seen the massive moving rock formation that was Yumara’s avatar battling with Yumara herself, she looked like she needed some help! That’s when Sericon heard something peculiar…
The elf had no idea what creature would wail so mournfully on this world, it sounded broken even for those tortured by demons…
Skalaz felt the other two minions break combat and come to him, with a maniacal laugh the goblin began casting conjuring a great sphere or arcane energy that covered Varicar, Throggore and himself before with a loud snap the goblin teleported the villainous group several thousand miles from the battlefield… Standing on a icy hill untold miles from their last location Skalaz Laos back and waited as in the distance the horizon seemed to explode into a newly born sun! For a great moment of pure might the entire icy winds and storms that covered the northern part of Val were blown away to reveal the true devastation the master and his ilk could produce… The sheer size of the explosion filled Skalaz with immense pleasure, but still he could feel the tether to the nether, the intrepid heroes had escaped…
Skalaz pondered this troubling situation carefully before finally deciding to do what the others had not… “Master, the gnome that you sent Varicar after has been found to be more slippery than initially thought… I could still pursue this gnome but the battles will only become more aggressive, what do you suggest?” Skalaz asked his master using magic to communicate vast distances… It wasn’t long before the great dark one responded… “The objective of Varicar’s mission has been changed… Send the Sentinel and the Assassin to Stormwind… They will complete his new mission by destroying the laboratory of Smuggs… Recover anything of value to bring back to us…” There was a slight pause before the master continued, “You will come to Centralis, I feel you may be needed here…” The master finished his words were his will, they would be done… “Understood…” Skalaz said before turning to look at both Throggore and Varicar…
“You two got new orders, infiltrate Stormwind, find the laboratory of Smuggs, take anything of value, destroy the rest…” Skalaz commanded, his words just the mouthpiece of their master… Skalaz glanced at the two before making up his mind, snapping his finger he directed a arcane spell at Varicar! The homunculus roared in pain and fell to the icy ground, his skin felt like it was fire… After a miniature eternity of pain Varicar opened his eyes to see his hands were black, his skin now looked like void elf flesh… “It is merely temporary…” Skalaz said, “The rogue can creep but you will need this to avoid attention…” Skalaz commanded, the goblin stepped away before snapping his fingers a third time and conjuring a new portal… On the other side the mage Tower in Stormwind could be seen, it appeared as if Skalaz has conjured a portal somewhere in the mage district… “Redeem yourselves…” Skalaz warned before with a exasperated sigh the goblin snapped his fingers directing arcane purple flames to consume his form and teleport him somewhere new…
With a flash of arcane fire the goblin appeared aboard a place that was somewhat familiar to him… “New ship?” The goblin asked before walking forward and bowing low to his dark master… The great and powerful master Isaik said nothing he would not entertain the goblins chatty nature for now… Skalaz understood and waited respectfully before his master spoke… “Things are going to plan, we now have a weapon that can be used to end him, however her success also falls on you…” Master Isaik hissed glaring at the goblin from his command seat… “This weapon will not succeed if her chosen bond is killed, you will ensure that never happens… Create your greatest elixirs, your most powerful transmutations and magical enchantments… You will make sure her chosen bond isn’t something she must protect but someone who will protect her as well…” Isaik hissed filling Skalaz’s mind with images of Izzabelle defeating the only man that stood in their way, images of her bond with Sericon and his importance to Izzabelle… “I see… It will be done, Master…” Skalaz said understanding he was now free to leave…
Turning quickly and heading into the darkened hallways Skalaz understood the magic of Isaik’s ship quite well and turned down a sharp corner before coming upon what he desired, a room that was not like any other, his own… The great void steel doors swept open to reveal a room of true horrors! Along the walls hung metal cages with all sorts of horrific monsters, so terrible they were one could not even truly place what they were! Each of the beasts were of Skalaz’s own make, alchemical chimera and polymorphed debaucheries, creatures with no eyes and mouths of every beast! Other things crept along their cages reaching out with clawed scythe like hands for anything they could snatch… Near the horrific beasts was a chemistry table filled with compounds and elements of every nature, from that table Skalaz could literally form anything! From the looks of it he mostly had been doing such things… From a nearby cage a voice called out, it couldn’t yet speak words yet but nonetheless it tried, a creature with sunken eyes and a skeletal face glared out at its creator… A incomplete homunculi, a newer generation that if found to be stable enough might even replace the older ones…
Skalaz walked in completely unfazed by the sheer agony and disrespect to the nature of life around him, he had no natural creature in his lair only things that were created… The goblin strided up to his chemistry table before settling down to ponder, how indeed would Skalaz create something strong enough to boost Sericon’s natural body, something that would ensure he never died… Something that would empower the elf beyond magical enchantments and weapons… The goblin cursed silently before a vile idea came to his mind, the cruelest of ideas that made the malicious goblin grin from ear to ear and grab a few vials and begin his new experiments…
Izzabelle had been surveying Sericon’s room again when he spoke. She looks slightly disappointed at the knowledge that they might have to use a portal to get to their desired destination. Yet Izzabelle could clearly see that the echoes moving about were piecing together something. When Sericon said the second part, Izzabelle moved closer to him. Tilting her head slightly she looks up at him, her gaze tell g him that she was ready to follow him.
Izzabelle walks slightly behind Sericon as he traverses Master Void Vessel. After the second turn, it starts dawning on Izzabelle how this Vessel of The Masters truly worked. It was almost like it was alive and constantly changing around to bring you to where you wanted, or needed to be. It reminded her in ways of Ebony’s Tower. Yet in other ways it was also completely different. Stepping through the doorway at the end of the passageway Izzabelle finds herself standing with Sericon on the outside of the ship. She looks down upon the battle raging below, just in time to see a Fel Volcano burst forth from the ground. It temporarily obscured her vision of most of the battle. The Avatar of Yumara was a bit harder for the fel flames sickly green vapors and dust to hide. Izzabelle smiles slightly Salkeen was powerful, even if he was an arrogant, pompous, burning bat, that made horrible decisions. Still watching this display of his power, she hopes that stealing his power like she did earlier, didn’t anger him… then again he’s always in a rage so it really didn’t matter. She follow Sericon until the two of them are standing near the edge of one of the knife like blades.
Izzabelle nods as Sericon falls backwards off of the ship. She steps to the edge and watches as careens towards the ground below in a controlled dive. It isn’t long before he vanishes, which leaves Izzabelle to wait. While she does she continues to look down on the battlefield below them. Hadn’t they won, why the hell were they fighting again. Then she sees him, that horrific wretched Abdulbai, she had been privy to a few of Jericha’s memories of her time in his custody. Izzabelle had spent close to a week being tortured by him as well. It isn’t something she wants to remember, Abdulbai was sick and cruel, in ways that made Ebony Darkskill look caring. From the looks of things it seemed that Yumara had Joined the fight and was battling her own Avatar. That’s when Izzabelle notices that Yumara’s Avatar is completely void Corrupted. As are all the creatures that are moving about ontops of it. Fey and dark fey creatures are being twisted into shadowy void like aberrations.
Izzabelle Shadowsteps into the fighter, appearing behind Sericon. “That’s a foolish question Dear, I’m always ready to ride with you. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.” She says before stepping away and searching for the ships guns. It seemed that Yumara was having a little trouble dealing with her tainted Avatar. The fact that she feels its pain along with hers, puts her at a bit of a disadvantage. She sits down and prepares to man the guns on the right side of the vessel. She smiles as she flips switches and presses buttons to power up the weapons. “A word to the wise” Izzabelle says as she looks over at Sericon. “Watch your back, you never know when someone might whack you up beside the head.”
There was something oddly familiar about that horrendous mournful scream…
Suzuna was extremely grateful when a pair of her Lords Minions that somewhat resemble Jericha dropped from the sky on a felbat and swept her up off the ground. She can feel the fel flames licking the bottom of her cloven hooves, as they race to safety. Suzuna closes her and prays silently when one of the slower legion vessels is overcome by the sea of flaming fel gas that is sweeping over the land. She doesn’t see the ship explode but she feels the heat wash of it wash over her. She just thanked her Lord that the vessel was completely disintegrated in the blast. Just when Suzuna thinks that the fire will claim the trio, they pass through into the protective barrier of one of the larger legion ships.
Suzuna looks up, and smiles thankfully… “A little singed here and there, my demonic heart is about to jump out of my chest… but damn that was one hell of a ride.” Suzuna just barely manages to gasp out. The rapid change in the landscape has caused her to lose control of those demons that had survived her telepathy. Her head ached she wasn’t use to us g so much of her ability. She sure as heck wasn’t use to using it to destroy others, she had always used her mind powers to heal. Using them to crush minds instead of rebuilding them is something completely new to her. It’s a taste of power that has her on a high, but one that could also easily destroy her. She watches shocked as a monstrosity made of rock, trees, flora, fauna, and earth, takes and fires a massive arrow at one of the ships in her Lords fleet. It was like the very earth itself had taken on this twisted humanoid like form. A mashup of different life forms thrown together to form a mountain of walking death. Yet Suzuna attention doesn’t remain on the Avatar for long. Another quickly grabs her attention and her hate, Nedde should have just let her go, they both should have. Now her Lord would make an example out of Nedde, a horrific agonizing soul destroying example. Suzuna thought Nedde deserved much worse, she turns to where she last saw her Lord and Jericha… Yes she deserved so much worse.
She watches as her once a Sister fights a powerful Demon Hunter, the Demon Hunter seemed to have the upper hand until Nedde called upon her light Magic. She drops down behnd the foolish Eredar who believes that she is now safe, as Nedde turns Suzuna sees the smug look of relief in her eyes. Did Nede really think that she would leave her Lord now that she had found him. Using her new found love of mind manipulation she grabs Nedde’s brain and sets every nerve she has on fire. Suzuna watches with rapt fascination as Nedde hits the ground foaming at the mouth, her body convulsing so badly she is sure she heard a few bones break. She keeps her under the torture for a few minutes before she stops. “It was foolish of you to come here Nedde.” Suzuna says, as another wave of agony wracks Nedde’s body. “It was ignorant of you to believe you stood a chance against my Lord.” Suzuna continues to say, as continues to force Nedde experience the sensation of her blood boiling within her. “It was exceptionally arrogant of you to try and give Jericha to that monster, for that I will never forgive you.” Reaching out Suzuna goes to crush Nedde’s brain, just as her mental fingers start to squeeze Nedde manages to utter a few words.
Once the Words are spoken Suzuna needs to act fast, the first of the Damage happens instantaneously, her so called loving Sister had just spoken the words that were meant to trigger her death. Suzuna manages to counter them with the correct words but not before some massive damage was done to her body. About a third of her organs, muscles, flesh, and bones, had been liquified by the spell. She casts an horrific illusion of herself being destroyed, and waits for Nedde to drop her Guard. As soon as Nedde thinks her beyond saving she drops her shields just in time for Suzuna to crush her mind. Suzuna feels it as Nedde’s brain damn near explodes within her hands. She doesn’t stick around instead she sinks into the ground, she appears on the Fel burning no earth close to where Lord Salkeen, Jericha, and that twisted monster are fighting. “My Lord may I help with Jericha, mind healing is my specific area of expertise. I have also dealt with the damage that wretch has caused her before. I will guard her with my life.” Suzuna waits she know better than to reach for Jericha or to start messing with her mind without first obtaining Lord Salkeen’s permission. Abdulbai goes to strikecat Jericha’s mind again when Suzuna brings an intellect fortress up around Jericha’s mind then proceeds to reflect the pain back at him. Abdulbai grabs his head and turns to Suzuna. “You should of stayed out of this little girl, I will enjoy breaking you.”
Throggore standing by Skalaz, he truly hated the feeling of standing next to that monster, the one who had broken so many others… Still Throggore had no choice, he had to still preserve himself no matter how much he despised the cruel things he did in the masters name… It wasn’t long before Skalaz conjured a barrier of arcane energy that served to encapsulate those he wished to move and teleported them miles away…
Throggore released from the teleportation spell, glanced forward as Skalaz had at the ever encompassing blast that filled the horizon… The Orc rogue watched silently, this show of power was meaningless and it only meant ill will towards Azeroth… The Orc thought carefully of what he missed at home, the only reason he fought, his legacy… Throggore sighed a breath of relief at Maleok was free… Throggore never wanted Maleok to be caught up in the same things he was, it was only a nightmare to be fighting for a creature who had no care for him or his legacy, Throggore understood madness but the master was something beyond even what the Laughing Skull called madness…
Throggore broke his trance by turning to look at Skalaz who seemed to be talking to himself, but on further inspection he was in communication with the master… Throggore didn’t know who he hated more, the master or the creature that went around crafting monsters in the masters will…
Throggore tilted his head, so they would not be killing that gnome that knew him, in a way Throggore knew the gnome too… Throggore had met a female gnome during the second war, she was cunning like him, smart like him, she nearly saved her bunker… Throggore remarked how the two different gnomes had the same eyes… This gnome killed Orc after Orc with great marksmen skill and clever tricks before Throggore managed to sneak up behind her… With a quick flash of blades the Orc forced horrible toxins from the wasps of Draenor onto her flesh, even then their battle had been long and arduous before the toxins claimed her… Throggore absentmindedly felt his left bicep the old scar of a gunshot still there but ever fading… Throggore honoring a dead opponent the best way he knew as a Laughing Skull propped her body up on a wooden spike a bloody smile craved into her face… If that gnome named Smuggs was indeed her kin it was no wonder he hated Throggore so…
Throggore nodded he understood why he was being sent, if they weren’t to eliminate the gnome or capture its body they were gonna salvage what they could from his homes and destroy the rest… A dire warning, keep out of the masters way or he would destroy more… The Orc rogue was numb to Varicar’s cries out in pain as the master changed him, he was right it was better to blend and Varicar reeked of fel… But as a void elf none would challenge such dangerous Magic’s tainting Varicar’s form.
Throggore silently nodded again, it was less about him redeeming himself during this mission but proving his worth yet again… Throggore knew he might have deceived Varicar and Skalaz, they were arrogant and viewed Throggore as so much lesser… But he knew the master would not be so deceived, he would know at the second they entered the same room that Throggore had conspired to help set Maleok free… Then the punishment would come… It would be swift and without mercy, but Throggore had to prove that even through such things he was still valuable…
Throggore did not wait for Varicar to be ready, without another word the rogue leapt through the portal to Stormwind… The Orc rogue landed hard on the soft green grass on the other side, the humans liked their homes soft… Just like they were inside…
Varicar moved to Skalaz’s side at the command, it was quite obvious what was coming, fighting along side the Artificer, Varicar had seen the goblin do such attacks before… It wasn’t long before the buzz of arcane filled the air and a shield of purple energy covered him and the others before they were teleported miles away to watch Skalaz’s work… Varicar stood stoically staring into the distance as a orange blaze of ever consuming fire destroyed the horizon line… None could stand against the light of the master with such power behind his command… Varicar had seen Salkeen create fel founts of unimaginable power, Skalaz create uncontrollable alchemic arcane reactions of massive proportions and Yumara sow destruction with the slightest of ease! The power of all three commanders together acting for one goal could do almost anything… The homunculi’s eyes flowed as he watched the consuming flames and force push the weather of the planet for miles into submission…
Varicar glanced down at the icy snow near his boots, he hardly wished for Smuggs to get free and was willing to continue the chase, he could feel the chaotic magic in the distance that meant the heroes had escaped yet again… Varicar turned to receive commands from Skalaz about the next move when he saw he was communicating with the Master, It appeared they were being reassigned…
New orders? To infiltrate Stormwind? It was going to be a challenge but nothing Varicar couldn’t handle, the monk however hissed as he was hit by a spell by his commander… Varicar hit the ground hard feeling his flesh on fire, as if he was being stabbed by trillions of needles at the same time! The homunculi raged in agony before opening his eyes to see the flesh of his body was now blackish blue, even to his senses his skin gave off the magical signature of a void elf, Skalaz had effectively gave Varicar a magical body tattoo that would act like a second skin…
Varicar nodded before speaking with purpose “It will be done, the master wills it…” The homunculi hissed examining his hand before conjuring a ball of fel chi to see he still could do so and at a powerful level… The battles raging on earlier had drained him, Varicar was not like the creature they had lost control of earlier… Maleok had been a creature blessed by his loa, his skills in regeneration despite the icy grip of death had been nearly unmatched! Without a source of incredible fire or light to completely wipe the troll away he would undoubtedly regenerate back to functioning ability… Varicar’s regeneration was the product of a power built in by Skalaz and enhanced by Yumara… The body was more dense and filled with more energy than necessary, when the homunculi was damaged it would take the excess matter and energy and repair itself and would continue to do so until it ran out of the materials… That last battle was closer to death than he had been in awhile, the drain from Reavrix all the way to right before Skalaz had gifted him with more sustenance had pushed him hard…
Varicar bowed to Skalaz before he disappeared in a burst of purple arcane flames, The monk was quick to see Throggore move through the portal. The Orc rogue seemed more than eager to finish the task, most likely still ungrateful for the masters gifts and wishing to escape the tasks given to him… Varicar would need to keep a closer eye on the slightly rebellious Laughing Skull Orc… Throggore leapt through first, Varicar spent no time to delay his mission was his goal, his reason for existence, Varicar leapt through next hitting the soft green grass nearby the mage district. Varicar glanced around Skalaz had connected his portal to the old tether that the Kirin Tor had used to connect Stormwind to the alternate Draenor… Varicar and Throggore could still set the overgrown plants still present, still the genesaur that had been here had been vanquished… Varicar would move first leaping from the taller cliff area down to the lower mage district areas, he crossed his arms and kept his head down, attacking this pitiful place was not his directive, the monk had to locate the gnomes laboratory…
Ahcire felt her sister take a arrow and turned to see the to shimmering in light filled radiance. Ahcire could see them chanting with more power than they had ever needed to use before,
Ahcire turning to move the fel bat back into the battle the women would fly into battle on their winged stead like warrior valkyrie! Ahcire urged her mount to fly faster she needed it to swoop in so she could ensure she took the best shot, the shot that would send the light of the women into Abdulbai…
“I will do more than shatter!” Ahcire yelled with resolve pouring her own strength into the bolt it would not only shatter the shield in a magnificent shower of the lights power and wrath, it would become a thorn in his side a lightning rod to Abdulbai’s defeat!
“Right!” Ahcire nodded flying low to the ground she let Jaseiah off with a running start and than lashed the felbat onward! It flew faster and faster, fel laced foam leaking from its serrated maw! Ahcire couldn’t let them down, they needed her! Flying closer and closer to the active volcano that began to clash with the void pool made by Abdulbai, Ahcire approached her target from the other side of the volcano before she finally felt it was the time!
With a warriors yell that showed her true elvish heritage, the archer leapt off the back of her felbat Mount spinning mid air while pulling back the arrow to its maximum before releasing the bolt that would seal Abdulbai’s fate! The sky that had been filled with war and death lit up for but the briefest of moments as the arrow coursed its power the image of a winged woman wreathed in the holy light sending her judgement down upon the wicked! The arrow streaked across the sky faster than any creature could fly nearly faster than the light that cling to the arrow itself! The arrow infused with the power shot over the great pool of void tainting it’s pure black waters with a blast of light that separates the void waters like a prophet might a sea! Finally the arrow inspected into Abdulbai’s shield, almost missing its mark and causing the opposing Magic’s to light up before in a massive flash the arrow cracked the shield before piercing through and lodging itself into Abdulbai’s shoulder…
“Your move next my lord!” Ahcire called falling forward before being caught by the felbat in its front claws! The bat shrieked in responses before flying off towards the left tossing its rider up to allow its rider to remount it properly! Ahcire landing back in the creatures back knew that perhaps this felbat was something more, she would make it her personal mount!
Salkeen staggered as the memories of Jericha’s past hit him hard in the chest, at first it oooked like he might feel overwhelmed by such memories of pain and fear when with a short grin the demon lord glared back up… “Is this all? You must really have slacked in your job!” Lord Salkeen taunted, “Do you know what it takes to make a body like this from nothing? Bones like fel carbon steel, flesh like chiseled marbel but as tough as pure elementium? Claws like diamonds?!” The demon lord roared causing the ground to shake under his hooves, “I was completely remade, into the ultimate being!” Salkeen hissed…
Salkeen gave a hearty and deep laugh as a demon lord he had tortured fools for millennia, Time was a fickle thing in the nether… Even Salkeen himself had felt the pain of torture for many years under the thrall of demon lords that were now mere memories… “When I finish with your pitiful body, I will show you torture…” Salkeen hissed, feeling the ground apex and shatter apart! Unlike the others who had to run or dodge the demon lord had fully embraced the power of the geological fel masterpiece! The fire and fel washed over his body like a warm shower only invigorating his form, as boulders smashed on his person breaking apart as if he was a Dwarven pick among soft iron…
Salkeen only laughed filling the air with his terrible cackling, the demon lord glared our from the massive plums of pyroclasm and death, biting reddish green eyes betrayed his position… With a massive leapt the demon lord took off miles into the sky before with a great roar the demon lord shot twin burning beams of pure fel laced hatred that impacted hard into Abdulbai’s shield of fel… Even from such a shield it was quite obvious the strength of the blasts when the ground surrounding Abdulbai started to grow soft and melt under the immense heat… Cursing slightly the demon lord recognized that his fel was not working and he fell from the sky like a meteor sending quakes into the ground that caused the ground to buckle! As if the very volcano itself could feel its creators rage a huge explosion of fire sent fel lava shooting straight into the air and causing Salkeen’s form to be a mere shadowed silhouette with burning green eyes… “I am known for my cruelty to those who would dare disrespect me…” Salkeen hissed, even under the great pressure and heat from the volcano steam still seemed to escape his maw… “But to those that disrespect what is mine, my Jericha… I would burn worlds…” Salkeen roared, he turned to see the fel from the volcano carefully push Jericha’s body to its surface, the volcano would not harm her either… “For you? You will wish you were merely being tortured…” Salkeen growled, the fel laced ground and lava boiled with his rage but the fire still seemed to welcome Jericha and Salkeen as one of its own…
Salkeen did not turn to look at Suzuna, he was to intently focused on Abdulbai like a predatory beast waiting for its prey to make any mistake… Salkeen’s will would be know however as Jericha’s body was pushed over to Suzuna by the volcanic fel, it carried her with tendrils made of fel lava before placing her near Suzuna… Suzuna better keep good on her word, or else the furious power of Salkeen and his power would be upon her!
Salkeen knowing she was now again far from Abdulbai’s reach roared in fury before grabbing the ground with his razor sharp claws and sending impaling rocks at Abdulbai… In his rage most hit nearby exploding from the sheer speed of the impact, only a few were much closer to the target than Abdulbai was comfortable with… Salkeen glared at Abdulbai he was nearly ready to rush in and tear the creature apart with his bare claws when the unthinkable happened! A streak of light shot across the heavens lancing across the top of the volcano blasting Abdulbai’s pesky void pool into two before piercing into Abdulbai’s shield and his shoulder… Ahcire might as well have put blood into a cage with a great white, Salkeen now saw his prey was ready… Roaring with fury that again rang in the skies giving his minions strength the demonlord lunged forward a shockwave firming begins him as he charged his target! The demon lord seemed only to be the blur of burning eyes and a great shadow wreathed in fel fire that raked straight across Abdulbai’s chest and neck… Salkeen could see what the amulet did with his spectral sight, it was the epicenter of his attack, but still the demon lord struck hard enough that a normal man’s body would be blown apart from the power, he only wondered what it would do to Abdulbai! Salkeen skid across the ground before coming to a stop to glare at Abdulbai after his strike, Salkeen hissed lower than ever, he was still furious… In a act rarely seen Salkeen grabbed his mask from his face and pulled it away to reveal his serrated demonic fangs, the next attack he would ensure it wasn’t just his claws Abdulbai felt…
“Im telling you Wrandan, that prisoner gives me the creeps!” Braumer said, “They are making me provide magical shielding to guard this first generation deathknight! They wouldn’t even tell me how they caught it!!” The sleep deprived mage continued, the deathknight has been giving him nightmares for months now! “I just don’t know what to do! I keep wanting to tell Jakk that I can’t do this anymore!” The mage continued, he leaned against the building near the entrance of the stockades, it was nearly time for his shift to take over shielding that monster…
“I am just not sure if I can take another shift doing that man! Somebody better put me outta my misery!” The overworked mage joked sarcastically! Braumer sniffed before wiping his nose, “At least we will get drinks after the pub!” The mage said slightly cheering himself up… The job was hard but Braumer knew it was the best way to pay for his kids enrollment into a teacher in Dalaran…
“So man you found any work yet?” Braumer casually asked Wrandan, “I know it’s been hard to find work, your a warrior and all but it’s hard to charge into battle with that limp!” Braumer said, he kinda wished he didn’t bring it up… “Has the burn healed at all since that day?” Braumer asked curiously to his friend… He scratched his neck before clapping the night elf on the back, “Dont worry, you’ll be out fighting before the war is over! Have the priests look at it again!” Braumer said he was just talking and waiting for that terrible noise, the horrid sounds that meant he had to get to work…
Wrandan stood like a statue completely unmoving and seemingly as if nothing said even phased him… Wrandan was listening however but he was a man of little words and many thoughts, why did Braumer act such a way about his charge? Night elf wardens guarded much more revolting prisoners for many times longer, were all humans this weak?? Still Braumer was something like a friend to Wrandan, he had to feel some sympathy for him…
Wrandan tilted his head slightly, perhaps Braumer should just quit his charge in shake instead of his constant complaining… Wrandan did pause to consider that the alliance kept this creature in the cage alive, perhaps could there was a reason… The warden kept demons caged up because death did not stop their advances…
Wrandan nodded slowly at the mention of the pub, while Braumer seemed to drink heavily to forget his hard labors and the things he held prisoner, Wrandan drank to remember… His people’s home was now gone consumed in a fire as much of them had been… It was not something he liked to dwell on in that sort of way, the night elves were not sad people mourning their loses… His people were vengeful, the horde would pay for their misdeeds! They would feel his wrath!
Wrandan gave Braumer a more stern look the night elf disliked speaking about his own weaknesses… Still Wrandan did humor the human, moving his leg up he showed he still could bend it mostly, he strained as it reached higher, the more he bent the more the burn stung… Finally the night elf lowered his leg once more returning back to his statuesque pose…
Wrandan gave the mage a look, the progress the human priests had made was abysmal, he wondered why he hadn’t been seen a priestess of Elune… Perhaps they were all busy… Wrandan nodded at his friend, “I will… For you…” Wrandan finally spoke, He was unsure why he was friends with Braumer, he guessed it was mostly because Wrandan owed Braumer a life debt…
Varicar moved forward his head down to conceal his face, even with this disguise a enemy he had fought before would no doubt recognize him… The last thing Varicar needed was that damnable Paladin brat calling him out in the center of Stormwind… Varicar had received rough directions to the location of Smuggs’s lab, a building near the stockades, just a few yards away from the enchanting stores… The gnome had chosen this spot because it was not so obvious, most would think he was set up near the Deeprun Tram…
Varicar sneered at the green grass and playful sounds of children nearby… It sickened him, the sounds of life, Varicar had been created around the sounds of pain, death and darkness… His growth from homunculus to what he was now was not the same, sure Varicar had artificial memories of what he was made from… The sickly creature that lay trapped in Isaik’s domain forever trapped to be fed on by the other growing homunculi… They would gain pieces of his skill and power, learning to become more deadly merely by feed from his flesh… Then it only took to assign the growing homunculi a identity and they would grow to fulfill it… Varicar moved forward through one of the many arches that allowed the monk to move from district to district, he was nearing the lab… It wasn’t until the monk overheard something peculiar…
Varicar tilted his head, The Master had just lost a deathknight, something he undoubtedly knew about but had yet to punish anyone yet for… Varicar wondered if perhaps he could replace the Master’s missing deathknight, he would perhaps be more merciful…
Varicar looked upwards he could feel Throggore was nearby still stalking in the shadows… Varicar glanced back down concealing his face once more… Moving nearby Varicar glanced at a few of the houses before he finally saw what he was looking for… A modest looking house but on the door was etched Blacksteele… Moving quickly, the elf moved up to the door before examining the lock, it looked relatively normal… The monk needed to break the lock if he was gonna get in but he could hardly do so while those fools were still chatting outside…
“Braumer you lazy mage! Your late for work!! Some of your friends wanna go home!” Jakk screamed while standing in the doorway of the stockades! “If I have to wait any long I promise you I will get you fired! You know the warden already has a thing about you!” Jakk yelled… again this lazy mage was late for his shift forcing the other mages to stay later, he always talked to that night elf he had saved that fateful day…
Jakk turned to walk back into the stockades again, he was not going to let his guards slack off, he was not gonna be the captain of the guards that let some monster loose from the stockades like that other idiot that let Hogger loose! Jakk chuckled to himself, he was mostly in charge of guarding some first gen deathknight they had caught sailing in the open waters, a boat full of Orc warlocks and necrolytes! It might have been a challenge to beat for the alliance had the ship not been unlucky enough to sail right into the fleet headed for Voldun! It was a incredibly bloody battle but they did manage to capture the Deathknight alive, and kill all the others on the boat… Now Jakk just had to ensure to keep the damn thing locked up while they sent Priests in every other day to try and get information from the ugly thing!
Jakk walked down the halls, peering at each side, the prisoners were under control, the stockades had made sure to up the security after the Zandalari incident… Jakk shuddered, they hadn’t just fired the idiot who messed up that bad, he was dishonorably fired, disgraced! The entire city of Stormwind was on fire, the king patrolling the streets! A major mess up that Jakk would not let happen…
Jakk shuddered the warden had put more precautions in place of something like a prison break happened again! Jakk remembered the warden talking about a magic system that literally sealed off every single entrance or exit to the stockades, you couldn’t use the sewers, the front exits or any place! The whole ofbthe stockades would effectively be sealed off completely, nothing in, nothing out… Still Jakk knew the warden was unhappy, he had learned of many other underground areas nearby that made the whole stockades less secure… The damnable warlocks from the slaughtered lamb and the holy church had catacombs that were too close for his comfort in some of the areas of the stockades…
Jakk turned down a few more halls before finally making his way to the room with his most important prisoner! “Hello you pile of orcish trash, you ready to talk today? Tell us where your base of operations is?” Jakk taunted, he wondered if the creature would rise to his words today… Some days the thing didn’t speak at all, some days it wouldn’t shut up! Jakk looked at the stupid thing, he wondered if it still had the will to fight today, he thought for a minute perhaps if he called out its name… “Korgorn the useless bag of bones, how do you like your new home? I hope you like it, cause your staying here until the warden decided to turn you to dust!” Jakk laughed, “If you don’t tell us where your base is we might as well send you to meet the other first generation deathknights!” Jakk said, he looked at Korgorn. The deathknight was completely bound in magical wards and enchantments, the deathknight was pinned to the wall with iron bars and chains, all reinforced with so much magic that if Korgorn could breath it would ensure he couldn’t move his chest enough to do so!
The deathknight was stuck in a tee position, only able to move his neck and jaw, but still any magic cast in the room by the prisoner would fizzle out… They tried to remove his armor when they imprisoned it, but it proved impossible, they did however manage to steal away his weapon! Jakk turned away from Korgorn he wasn’t afraid of the thing, while Korgorn was trapped he was completely powerless, Jakk looked at the deathknights weapon. They had placed it within the creatures sight but never his reach as a taunt, that and when they tried to move it farther it always reappeared nearby… “Perhaps I’ll send in some dwarves today to melt this hunk of junk down huh?” Jakk taunted, Jakk loved his job, he enjoyed taunting his prisoners!
The death knight rolled a single finger of his gauntlet, the most he could manage with his restraints, at his warden. When his warden was finished taunting, the death knight spoke. His host body had to be truly ancient to be making the sounds it was. “Are you quite done yet? The Alliance must be truly lapsing if they are sending braggarts to interrogate these days. You haven’t even shown me the tools with which you will inflict me with searing agony.” He sighs. “To answer your question, Gul’nazar is not on any map you will find, not anymore. We burned those archives. And without me at the helm of whatever ships you send, well… you’d be passing that task down to your grandchildren, and them to theirs.”
Korgorn chuckled darkly. “Well, assuming we didn’t wash down upon you like a plague of locusts before this generation ended.” Then Korgorn proceeded to disarm another one of Jakk’s threats. “Oh, by all means, go right ahead. Though, you seem to have the mistaken impression that my continued existence depends on that torch. It may be bound to my soul, it may return to my hand after I separate from it, but I do not require its presence to persist. It is bound to me, not I to it.”
Korgorn’s dark eyes turned to Jakk’s own weapon. “I could just as easily take your blade and bind it to me once you’ve melted that torch down.” The torch in question was a massive, unholy greatmace, that, if not for the orbiting pieces, would seem like one giant slab of metal, hollowed out to contain a shadowy glow from a giant crystal, said otherworldly light source seemed to be why it was referred to as a torch.
Needless to say, those that survived the meeting with Korgorn, even those that had succeeded in capturing him, were still in intensive care. The First Generation had not been known for their physical might, which had led to some surprises that had caught his captors off-guard.
She could feels them crawling about on what remained of her face. They wriggled and skittered into empty sockets, the eyes had been devoured days before. They now worked their way in towards her brain. Jericha could feel them, billions of tiny legs moving throughout the ruins of her rotting body. Bite no insects and maggots had taken up residence within her abdomen. They feasted upon her dying flesh, while she had screamed for days. Jericha could hear footsteps approaching her and heard the horrific laughter of her tormentor. I brought you more friends my dear. Jericha could hear the faint sounds of angry buzzing. She felt something pressing against the remains of her mouth. It began shifting until it had adhered itself to her face. The next moment her mouth and throat were being swarmed by angry wasps. Within a split second she was stung over a hundred times. Her body starts going into convulsions and they swarm down into her stomach. Her stomach expands as more and more insects and maggots fill it. Biting, stinging, eating away at the rotting flesh. Fear, beyond measure, agony that has her wishing she would just die rips through her, as her stomach bursts like a balloon with to much air…
Dreams Jericha, they are just dreams now, they vanish into the mists, if you but will it. Without warning everything vanishes, crumbling into dust. There’s a soothing energy surrounding Jericha now. Within is a faint sound of music, a melody that flows through Jericha’s mind, chasing away those things which would break her. He does not control you anymore Jericha, you now belong to Lord Salkeen. Lord Salkeen will never allow him to take you. As Jericha looks stems to the words being spoken, she feels a calming aura flowing throughout her body. He might of lucked away your void but you are much stronger than this, your mind is much stronger than this. I know you Jericha spin a shield to keep him out, break the mental power he has over you. as soon as Suzuna finishes speaking Jericha’s mental prison shatters, when it does the backlash damn near brings Abdulbai to his knees.
The Wyrmtongue puppet shrieks with ungodly fury. He had enough of that insignificant little Man’ari brat. Millions of mental spikes would assault the brats mind while her body was being shredded by teeth and claws. Within his mind Abdulbai can feel his Masters fury, he was suppose to of grabbed Jericha and returned her to him. Still he couldn’t help but play with her a Little first. Now he stood before the raging Phoenix of the Legion, who had put himself between Abdulbai and his prey. Soon that wretched demon lord would be wishing that he had never interfered. First that little Eredar witch would die, then not would he bring the granddaughter to hs Master, he would bring her halfbreed consort as well. Manical laughter fills the air as the spell strikes Suzuna who has yet to recover from her previous damage. He finishes with an explosion of Shadowfel amalgamation right beneath where the two girls are…
While this is happening
The howl of pain from the Wyrmtongue lasts for as long as it takes for its head to explode. The light from the arrow blasts the undead Ethereal’s arm right from its body. Abdulbai grabs at the wound that leaks a sickly blacking green mist. Did those fools think that this would kill him, he still had his…
In his mind Abdulbai screeches with unconditional fury, as fel lances his body as the burning lord strikes him. Had his body been that of a weak mortals it would have been completely abolished by the attack. But it wasn’t, his Ethereal form was much stronger than that. Still the sheer agony of fel fire burning throughout him as his chest and face are shredded by the beasts claws. The agony of fel, that little girl with the bow had broken his shield, he would claim and break her in every way possible. Still he had a Demon Lord to deal with he turns to face Lord Salkeen as he does millions of souls repair his body, foolish wretch you could spend the rest of your existence trying to destroy my body and you would… the mind communication halts as reality sets in.
Jericha’s Void has been unleashed, the entirety of Jericha’s void had been unleashed. When it is the top of the fel Volcano explodes in a Shadowfel amalgamation that shakes the ground for hundreds of miles in all directions, those vessels in Salkeen’s legion fleet to close to the ground wound be completely incinerated in the blast. The shockwave would send other vessels rocketing through the sky. Demons, void monstrosities and cursed fey creatures, were reduced to thousands of piles of kindling and ashes. When the flames settle the Fel Volcano is now a crater that is filled with pools and streams of both Void and Fel. Abdulbai is pulling himself back together nearly his entire form having been destroyed. Jericha stands a few yards behind Lord Salkeen, an impenetrable shield of void seems to surround the two of them. A few feet behind Jericha’s is a gelatinous blob of flesh, meat and melted bones. Unless one knew what it originally was, they would never guess it had once been a Young Man’ari mind healer. Above them in the sky a gargantuan void rift opens and a pillar of void shoot down, striking Jericha and knocking her to her knees, as it pours into her. As She stands Jericha takes control of all the void being within the area. “It would seem your overconfidence will be your undoing as always Abdulbai. The Void is mine, it chose me and I will use it not only to end you but also to end your Master.”… Jericha pauses as Abdulbai laughs at her threat… then he speaks into both Jericha’s and Salkeen’s minds. Fools did you think My Master wouldn’t have felt it when the child was created… two daughters hmmm how I will enjoy breaking their bodies, spirits and minds. Abdulbai sends them both images of what Reavrix had planned for Izzabelle. Only this time it was much more grotesque and involved Ahcire and Jaseiah. time flows differently within the tower, I wonder how long it will take for them to birth an army.
A pool of void appears beneath Jaseiah and thousands of Umbral tentacles shoot out of it and completely Incase her body in less than a nanosecond. The pool begins to fill with the lost and tortured souls, their bodies malformed and missing limbs. Long clawed fingers rip and tear at the tentacles as they pull their prey beneath the surface, serrated and jagged razor sharp tenth shred chunks of meat from them, as they try desperately to get to the delicacy trapped within. At the same time a rift appears next to Ahcire and she is also assaulted by thousands of tentacles and lost souls.